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.He looked back.It was no longer the staircase behind him, but the door to Folcroft.Somehow he had ended up outside, beyond the door, and the door was closed.He was being taunted.Tested.But he did not fear.Fear he had banished long ago.The Master of Sinanju tucked his hands into the sleeves of his kimono and disappeared into the gathering dark, where owls stared and called their eternal question."His neural activity just went off the charts!" Dr.Lance Drew studied the brain-wave monitor screen next to The Master of Sinanju's bed.On the screen a series of gently flowing waves had become a collection of sharp, almost vertical lines.They shot up, dropped down, and shot up again.Several disappeared off the top of the monitor, as if to escape their own frenetic energy.A second doctor and three nurses had joined Dr.Drew at Chiun's bedside.Frantically, they pored over printouts and EKGs."What is it?" Remo asked anxiously.Smith lay docile where Remo had laid him, on the room's spare bed.Chiun's condition had gone critical just as Remo entered the room."I don't know," Dr.Drew said."He was stable until just this minute.Now." He shook his head."I don't know what it is." He noticed Smith's prone form for the first time."What's the matter with Dr.Smith?" he asked."Same thing that's wrong with him," Remo said, nodding to Chiun.One of the attending physicians went to Smith, checked his vital signs, and said, "He'll keep.""Then give me a hand here," the doctor said, shaking his head."We're in for a rough night."A crisp professional voice interjected itself."Doctor."It was one of the nurses.Chiun's face had twitched slightly, then returned to its parchment calmness.It resembled a death mask.The doctor examined the monitor.The lines continued to spike dangerously."If this keeps up, we're going to lose him," the doctor warned, glancing up at his Page 66ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcolleagues."He could burn out his entire nervous system."Remo stood helplessly at Chiun's bedside.One of the nurses attempted to shepherd him to one side, but it was like pushing smoke.Each time he somehow shifted away without, apparently, moving his feet.She spoke gently of the need to give the physicians room to work.Two thick-wristed hands grasped hers and clapped them together.Not hard.But she couldn't separate her palms afterward.She hurried off to her jeweler.Surely he would know how to un-weld her wedding ring from the one on her right ring finger."His heart rate's increased," the other doctor was saying."Respiration, too."Remo hovered over Chiun's bedside, a spectator to a battle he could barely understand.The Master of Sinanju's life hung in the balance.Now Smith's as well.He'd probably be next."If only we knew what kind of infection we're dealing with," the doctor lamented at one point, "we'd have something to go on.""It's Chinese," Remo said."Can you do better than that?" Dr.Drew demanded, not looking up."No," Remo admitted.What could he tell them that would help? They wouldn't believe the truth.And if they did, so what? Vampirism had no cure.Its victims were neither dead nor alive.Remo's anxious eyes went to his mentor's face.The Master of Sinanju was peaceful in repose.It was as if the medical team had forgotten there was a patient in the room, so busy were they monitoring their equipment.Languishing amid this nest of high-tech machinery, surrounded by white-clad Folcroft doctors and nurses, Chiun looked old and frail.His face twitched spasmodically once again, then settled back into its normal pattern."If this is good-bye, Little Father," Remo said softly, "I swear no gyonshi will celebrate this day.""What's that?" Dr.Drew asked distractedly.No answer.He looked up to see the door swinging shut behind Remo's resolute back.After Remo had gone, Harold W.Smith sat up stiffly in bed.The pain in his stomach and throat were gone, although there was a slight tightening in his chest."Dr.Smith!" Dr.Drew exclaimed."Please do not exert yourself! We will get to you in a moment!""Nonsense," Smith croaked, tightening the knot of his Dartmouth tie."I feel fine.""But the young man who brought you in here.""Do not concern yourself," he insisted, waving his hand in dismissal."He is too prone to worry.I feel fine [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He looked back.It was no longer the staircase behind him, but the door to Folcroft.Somehow he had ended up outside, beyond the door, and the door was closed.He was being taunted.Tested.But he did not fear.Fear he had banished long ago.The Master of Sinanju tucked his hands into the sleeves of his kimono and disappeared into the gathering dark, where owls stared and called their eternal question."His neural activity just went off the charts!" Dr.Lance Drew studied the brain-wave monitor screen next to The Master of Sinanju's bed.On the screen a series of gently flowing waves had become a collection of sharp, almost vertical lines.They shot up, dropped down, and shot up again.Several disappeared off the top of the monitor, as if to escape their own frenetic energy.A second doctor and three nurses had joined Dr.Drew at Chiun's bedside.Frantically, they pored over printouts and EKGs."What is it?" Remo asked anxiously.Smith lay docile where Remo had laid him, on the room's spare bed.Chiun's condition had gone critical just as Remo entered the room."I don't know," Dr.Drew said."He was stable until just this minute.Now." He shook his head."I don't know what it is." He noticed Smith's prone form for the first time."What's the matter with Dr.Smith?" he asked."Same thing that's wrong with him," Remo said, nodding to Chiun.One of the attending physicians went to Smith, checked his vital signs, and said, "He'll keep.""Then give me a hand here," the doctor said, shaking his head."We're in for a rough night."A crisp professional voice interjected itself."Doctor."It was one of the nurses.Chiun's face had twitched slightly, then returned to its parchment calmness.It resembled a death mask.The doctor examined the monitor.The lines continued to spike dangerously."If this keeps up, we're going to lose him," the doctor warned, glancing up at his Page 66ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcolleagues."He could burn out his entire nervous system."Remo stood helplessly at Chiun's bedside.One of the nurses attempted to shepherd him to one side, but it was like pushing smoke.Each time he somehow shifted away without, apparently, moving his feet.She spoke gently of the need to give the physicians room to work.Two thick-wristed hands grasped hers and clapped them together.Not hard.But she couldn't separate her palms afterward.She hurried off to her jeweler.Surely he would know how to un-weld her wedding ring from the one on her right ring finger."His heart rate's increased," the other doctor was saying."Respiration, too."Remo hovered over Chiun's bedside, a spectator to a battle he could barely understand.The Master of Sinanju's life hung in the balance.Now Smith's as well.He'd probably be next."If only we knew what kind of infection we're dealing with," the doctor lamented at one point, "we'd have something to go on.""It's Chinese," Remo said."Can you do better than that?" Dr.Drew demanded, not looking up."No," Remo admitted.What could he tell them that would help? They wouldn't believe the truth.And if they did, so what? Vampirism had no cure.Its victims were neither dead nor alive.Remo's anxious eyes went to his mentor's face.The Master of Sinanju was peaceful in repose.It was as if the medical team had forgotten there was a patient in the room, so busy were they monitoring their equipment.Languishing amid this nest of high-tech machinery, surrounded by white-clad Folcroft doctors and nurses, Chiun looked old and frail.His face twitched spasmodically once again, then settled back into its normal pattern."If this is good-bye, Little Father," Remo said softly, "I swear no gyonshi will celebrate this day.""What's that?" Dr.Drew asked distractedly.No answer.He looked up to see the door swinging shut behind Remo's resolute back.After Remo had gone, Harold W.Smith sat up stiffly in bed.The pain in his stomach and throat were gone, although there was a slight tightening in his chest."Dr.Smith!" Dr.Drew exclaimed."Please do not exert yourself! We will get to you in a moment!""Nonsense," Smith croaked, tightening the knot of his Dartmouth tie."I feel fine.""But the young man who brought you in here.""Do not concern yourself," he insisted, waving his hand in dismissal."He is too prone to worry.I feel fine [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]